Beneath the stars, in forests far, where whispered winds do weave Its mane aglow with stardust in the quiet eve Eyes like gems with gentle steps it roams the dreamy land Its horn aglow as if dipped in gold and a mane of silvered strands Where streams sing lullabies the night sky tells its tales There dances unicorns leaving shimmering starry trails The sole truth amidst medieval myths as ancient sages penned Unicorn’s grace in every place where rainbows find their end Searching for the unicorn's sacred horn Worth more than 10,000 pounds of the purest gold A majesty of magic that’s older than old Glowing horse frolicking at the base of a rainbow Mystic breed of horse stays hidden in the trees Single horn on its head will protect me from disease A legend in the forest, a timeless mystery The most sought after substance known to history Narwhals fear no man their 2100 pounds of pure might Appear neath cresting waves no avoidance of human sight The nature of their horn proves with no trace of indecision The existence of unicorns within the royal kingdom For if the ocean can hold such a beast, then surely must the land Thus we seek these magic horns so rare it’s hard to understand Tales been told for centuries, still there's no documented poach Surpasses the wonder of the holy grail, we search across the glob